The white wing of the wind

blew down from tomorrow

 

Carrying a message of hope

—from beyond the unknown

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2020)

Caught within the membranes

of a lost tomorrow,

 

time stood still

 

No sound, no sight, no

fresh vibration,

 

as eternity waits

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Coming out of the shadows,

reality struck hard

 

Changing me forever

—leading me away

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2020)

Don’t hate me if I struck a nerve,

a tear now yours to mend

 

The pain acute, denial slim

—too late to then pretend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Waiting for yesterday,

I stumbled into tomorrow

—and found my spirit lost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

A creative adult,

a child who survived

 

New toys in the attic

—where time comes alive

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Only talking to each other,

academics expound

 

And sing to the choir

—no truth to be found

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Foreigner

to death

 

Alien

to mortality

 

Gateway

to transcendence

 

Angel

from beyond

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

A bigger fish,

a smaller pond

 

A greater truth

alludes

 

The water shallow,

banks now void

 

Of fishermen

bemused

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Do you strive to be poetic,

while forgetting to be a poet

 

Your words when forced an epitaph

to what you never said

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)